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“Oh little Star, your so considerate, I just love that about you,” He said his eyes shining strangely, “in fact how about I show how much I love you with a nice kiss.”
The garish pink clad man sprang into kiss, kiss, love mode, also known as attack mode. Rive rushed that one foot more and slammed his knuckles into the glass. The pink man froze in mid air, His lips pursed in rather likeness to an octopus who has had a sugar rush and too many energy drinks. Riv slipped down the wall to the now not so nice carpet. It now sparkled and shimmered and smelled like cherries. Rive hated cherries, probably for this reason.